CHAPTER 883: CHAPTER 210: I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN ITS PERSON..._4

But if all zombies could regain their sanity, be able to speak, understand communication between both sides, then the remaining issues might be much easier to resolve.

Professor Xia said: "This isn’t something we haven’t considered, but through our research we’ve discovered some issues. Have you noticed that there are hierarchies among zombies?"

Hierarchies?

Upon hearing this.

Lin Fan initially wanted to say they’re all the same.

But images of the tyrant surrounded by zombies flashed in his mind.

And also the zombie emperor Wang Zixuan who controls zombies in He City.

Hierarchies exist everywhere.

Even if turned into zombies, one would still face oppression; it’s truly terrifying.

"Yes, I’ve noticed. There’s a huge gap between ordinary zombies and evolutionary zombies," Lin Fan said.

Professor Xia said: "That’s right, the key factor determining the hierarchy among zombies is the direction of evolution. Xiao Zhu said he can see the direction of zombie evolution, but some zombies can’t evolve, some evolve slowly, and others evolve very quickly. Whether zombies can have intelligence and speak depends on whether they have the ability to transcend hierarchy in their evolution."

Lin Fan nodded, Professor Xia’s explanation was quite clear.

"And regaining sanity does not guarantee that zombies will coexist peacefully with humans. Nowadays, there are all too many incidents of humans harming each other in this apocalypse," Professor Xia continued.

Lin Fan said: "Understood, it seems we’ll have to clean them out completely."

A simple idle chat.

Decides the future of zombies.

"Oh, by the way, Professor Xia, I forgot to mention something. The mysterious organization I talked about might be doomed. They’re researching zombies, and it seems there’s been a mishap, causing an incident," Lin Fan said.

Professor Xia said: "It’s quite normal. The more research conducted, the more terrifying the mutations discovered. Once control is lost, the results can only be unimaginable."

This point he understood deeply.

In the early stages of the apocalypse, wanting to save the world, research progressed quickly. But with continued research, the increasingly apparent difficulties became evident; many things weren’t achievable casually.

Once it spirals out of control, extremely terrifying troubles can result.

Therefore, until now, Professor Xia dared not delve deeply, instead progressing slowly, step by step.

"Yes, I’ve realized, all along I’ve been holding on to fantasies," Lin Fan said as he got up. He hoped humans could decipher zombies; even if they couldn’t change them back into humans, at least they could turn them into beings like Officer Huang.

It now appears.

It’s an unrealistic notion.

After bidding farewell to Professor Xia, he headed towards the suburbs. It couldn’t be counted as the suburbs since Lin Fan had already cleaned them of zombies, and he had begun to expand towards the surrounding counties and cities, spreading outwards.

Currently, Huang City is absolutely the safest and most well-equipped place in the entire apocalypse; all facilities are operational.

Lei’s squad told him about the plans to start repairing the nearby base station signal towers, certainly not an easy process, but once they begin venturing outward, it signifies the restoration of human civilization.

He didn’t understand these things; professional matters should be left to professionals.

And he just needed to focus on clearing zombies.

This is his greatest talent.

...

A place quite far from Huang City.

There’s a temporary shelter away from the urban area.

"Once we escaped, there was no turning back. If caught, we’d all be dead."

Speaking was a woman with short hair, dry skin, looking as though she had weathered hardships.

Her name is Feng Jing. Before the apocalypse, she was a fishmonger, yes, she had a stall at the market specializing in cleaning fish for customers. Countless fish died at her hands, her skills with the knife were precise and proficient.

Beside her were three other survivors.

Among them, the eldest, with white hair at his temples, said: "That place is hell, a nightmare. Everyone is already insane, staying with them might drive us mad one day."

This uncle was still very rational, his mind strong. Even in such grim apocalyptic settings, his disposition remained unchanged.

After all, he was once the gatekeeper of a kindergarten.

People might think being a kindergarten gatekeeper is simple, but the job requires high qualifications; without some abilities, one wouldn’t qualify for the position.

The other two strongly agreed with the man’s words.

Nodding in approval.

In their memories, the original shelter was good at the beginning, everyone preparing for survival, starting each day with mutual greetings, joyfully welcoming a new day.

Also striving to survive well amidst the apocalypse.

Even though there were zombies outside.

We must stay strong.

But as time passed, the situation gradually became strange; initially, everyone just seemed listless, as if suffocated in the enclosed space.

Then an accidental argument completely sparked a violent atmosphere.

A minor dispute led someone to stab the other eighty-one times with a knife, each strike drawing blood, turning the ground red.

The murderer sat atop the body, instead of being fearful, laughed maniacally like a lunatic, with a crazed, deranged expression, as if finding a way to vent, wielded the knife towards his companions.

Ever since that incident.